2012-02-03 - holycore
it's comin on strong
and it won't be wrong
what you wishin
write the vision
I came to bring the scroll hardcore to the soul
it's nothin I invented
this stuff is my incentive
don't look to me this is destined to be
like a train
right through the brain
what you thinkin
let it sink in
this is to bring the cloud right now to the crowd
like a vapor trail plume
as it fills up the room
thoughts fail you know
bcuz they're much too slow
for the fire that burns
with the fuel that yearns
for the soon return
and the empty urn
beauty for ashes
trust from the dust
peace to the clashes
praise Him or bust
feel the breezes
show what ease is
faith that pleases
wind in trees says
come Lord Jesus
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